Don't jump from the building
Unless you can fly
For I worry my son
That perhaps you will die.
The building is tall
It towers up high
But you are so small
And you know I will cry.
Please, come on down
And put your feet on the ground
Things aren’t so bad
So take off that frown.
Yes, life is hard
It always will be
It will often bring tears
To both you and me.
So put on your armour of courage my son
If you give all your love
Things wont come undone.
6/1/2001
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